A gradually shifting Core
*groan*
I better just come to grips over here. I just plain don't want to do anything anymore. When someone asks me to do anything I feel myself getting irked. What is that exactly? Stress? Whenever I have to do a god damn thing these days I get really aggravated. And I have no idea why. I'm sure I'll figure it out, but for now, I need to just accept this new fundamental change in myself.
Behold: The brand new CoreOfLazyness
Embrace me: The mutated CoreOfUltraSelfishness
Its good to be self actualized.
In other news, the always fabulous Drum&Bass Arena has reposted this mix
that I love so much. It's especially great if you have a good subwoofer. Which I don't. Forgive the somewhat distorted sound, it was recorded live. You can go check it out for free, but I promise you won't like it. And that will make me sad. But do it anyway.
One more note. Better to concatenate all my blatherings into one ever expanding low-stamina rant rather than create a disjointed sequence of 9,000 different journal entries every day, right? Yeah, so here I am editing my Faves List, (also known as "Sid, Flux , and 3 other girls") and I guess I did something wrong because I hit save and it yelled "CHOOSE 5 GIRLS!" at me in big red letters. Suddenly I got this image of myself standing in the SuicideGirls SuperMegaMart somewhere in Aisle 3 (Candy, Asian Cooking, Paper Products and SG Models) staring at a vast assortment of Suicidegirls, feeling overwhelmed/exhausted, the same feeling I get when I'm trying to pick cereal or orange juice or conditioner. Staring at them all, shrinkwrapped in brightly colored packaging with eye-catching logos and blindingly ostentatious advertising slogans, underscored with special coupons and 2-for-1 deals, all I want to do is go home.
I shouldn't be feeling this way about my SG selection, right?
And its magic, in another documented instance of Journal-Techtonics a section which was once here has totally disappeared. Why? Because when I re-read it I realized that it came off asshole-tacular. So. Its gone! With only this rambling scar in its place. Ah! The mysteries of SG journal phenomena!
*groan*
I better just come to grips over here. I just plain don't want to do anything anymore. When someone asks me to do anything I feel myself getting irked. What is that exactly? Stress? Whenever I have to do a god damn thing these days I get really aggravated. And I have no idea why. I'm sure I'll figure it out, but for now, I need to just accept this new fundamental change in myself.
Behold: The brand new CoreOfLazyness
Embrace me: The mutated CoreOfUltraSelfishness
Its good to be self actualized.
In other news, the always fabulous Drum&Bass Arena has reposted this mix
that I love so much. It's especially great if you have a good subwoofer. Which I don't. Forgive the somewhat distorted sound, it was recorded live. You can go check it out for free, but I promise you won't like it. And that will make me sad. But do it anyway.
One more note. Better to concatenate all my blatherings into one ever expanding low-stamina rant rather than create a disjointed sequence of 9,000 different journal entries every day, right? Yeah, so here I am editing my Faves List, (also known as "Sid, Flux , and 3 other girls") and I guess I did something wrong because I hit save and it yelled "CHOOSE 5 GIRLS!" at me in big red letters. Suddenly I got this image of myself standing in the SuicideGirls SuperMegaMart somewhere in Aisle 3 (Candy, Asian Cooking, Paper Products and SG Models) staring at a vast assortment of Suicidegirls, feeling overwhelmed/exhausted, the same feeling I get when I'm trying to pick cereal or orange juice or conditioner. Staring at them all, shrinkwrapped in brightly colored packaging with eye-catching logos and blindingly ostentatious advertising slogans, underscored with special coupons and 2-for-1 deals, all I want to do is go home.
I shouldn't be feeling this way about my SG selection, right?
And its magic, in another documented instance of Journal-Techtonics a section which was once here has totally disappeared. Why? Because when I re-read it I realized that it came off asshole-tacular. So. Its gone! With only this rambling scar in its place. Ah! The mysteries of SG journal phenomena!
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